Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Names. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.